Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

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Faithless Evermore

The protege of the talon queen, a child of Eset. You were ever a weapon, honed to bring misery to any who stood in your way. The blood you spilled, the souls you reaped... a glorious vision of sinew and crushed bone. A bloodletter to an empire too far gone. For those too proud to be saved, too insecure to be lesser you were a visage of the end. You were the face they would associate with death. The end came with you.

But something went wrong, even against the might of the Talon Queen, you stood in defiance, and declared destiny your own. A sight both inspiring yet anti-climactic. Perhaps it was respect for a fellow mutineer, or a mercy offered for bringing ruin to all that which spat in her image, but she let you be free. The future both yours to make, and to take.

Our future, was yours.

A N D . Y O U . M A D E . I T . A . T R U E . V I S I O N . O F . H E L L .

You stood upon a throne you claimed in the Sun God's heaven, you who earned this throne cared for it only in name. The people below were never your concern. You would watch them rot as they reached for your guidance, mercy or even condemnation.

You answered not with a bang, not with a smite, but silence and crushing negligence. A Goddess designed to end the God's reign would now ensure the very idea of a God would be shredded like ciltviated meat. A beautiful send off to a world gone sour. An appropriate apocalypse in answer of their abdulation.

There was no brimstone and hellfire, no glaring divine light. The real torture came with the abandonment of the people you never even pretended to care about. They sought someone to fill the vacuum of faith, and you let their hearts sink to the abyss of their own treachery.

The truest hell is abandonment. We had known false benevolence as our wrong teacher, and malevolence as our brutal instructor. For millennia the people sought out the sides of the same coin, to then be revoked all of its glow. Faith falters because it was never a right, but a privilege, and it took your abstinence to remind the world's below that no ray of light or beam of dark is so petrifying as null ouroboros. Faith without fervor. Life where only death is a miracle.

Only you had wings to bear you to a doomed paradise. We with clipped wings will never again be able to fly, only the memory of how it once was taunts us-- as you smirk callously down at us. You in your bodhi knowing full well the truest punishment for us was not to clip our wings, but to ensure we knew what we were to miss.

Before your apotheosis, you were a god of death in name. After your apotheosis, you let life prosper in eternal hollowness. A cruel mistress, and just the one we deserved. There will be no clergy to celebrate your faith, no sage to write your words of wisdom. No judgement, no absolution. Perfect damnation. This is the only way it should have ended.

This is all our fault, and what we have dealt in death we have been made to pay in blood, and now we lie banished- severed from your voice of righteous rage. Cut away like a nasty abscess from the faith we so strived to uphold. With the precision of a surgeon you wedged us from our beliefs like a scalpel, and now we fester under the weight of our perdition just as you saw fit. You would unmake us and our dreams, just as you unmade the very notion of Godhood. A Godslayer in both name and actions, you stripped away the light of the divine and left us the scraps of our own unmaking.

A N D . I T . W I L L . G O . O N . E V E R M O R E .

This is definitely lore regarding Mira Crowspeaker and how she handled her 'rule' after she took the throne from Ra.

Sounds like she answered prayer with inaction, and faith with silence. A truly horrid and cold torment for a people so invoked by religious guidance. Mind you, this would be on theme for Mira, best known as the Godslayer, she doesn't just beat down Ra, she literally denies the idea of God to the otherwise faithful subjects she may have had. Condemning them to an eternal silence, as if God were dead and the fire of faith is gone.